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her long wild hair and worn jeans was infinitely more appealing.
    “You stupid bitch,” Dimitri wheezed.  Bad move, Alexander thought just as Kat brought her gun down hard against Dimitri’s head.
    Only then did Alexander move.  He crossed the room to his desk and buzzed Janice.
    “Yes, Mr. Petrovsky?”
    “I need security in here to remove Dimitri.  He is…incapacitated at the moment.”
    “Of course, sir,” Janice answered evenly , as if this was an everyday occurrence.
    Alexander walked back around and leaned against his desk, his eyes never leaving Kat.  She straightened and took a step back, tucking her gun back into the waistband of her jeans and pulling her jacket over it.
    “Impressive,” Alexander said.
    Her head snapped up and her eyes met his.  They were still wild with adrenaline, but she kept her expression smooth, though he did note just a hint of color high on her cheekbones.  Kat glanced down at her handiwork and back to Alexander.
    “I’m so rry,” she said.
    The corner of Alexander’s mouth quirked up as he regarded her.   “No, you’re not.”
    Kat smiled, and it reached her eyes.  Alexander remembered seeing her smile at her dog that first day in Dane’s gym.  It was even more beautiful when directed at him.
    “You’re right.  I’m not.  He started it,” she replied.  Alexander felt as though he had just been allowed a glimpse of the real Katya Rossi.  The one beneath the layers of armor she wore.  And he liked it very much.
    There was a quick knock at the door before it opened.  Two men in suits with earpieces walked in.  If they were surprised to find Dimitri unconscious on the floor, they hid it well.  With ease, they hoisted him up and carried him out.
    When the door shut behind them, Alexander walked to the bar on the opposite side of the room from the windows.  “Would you like something to drink, Miss Rossi?”
    “No, thank you.”
    Pouring a glass of sparkling water for himself, Alexander motioned for her to sit.  Kat perched on the edge of the sofa, and Alexander took the chair opposite her.  He took a drink of his water and watched as her eyes moved around the room, taking everything in, before finally settling on him.
    “Are you going to tell me what you want with me?  Or did you invite me here just to stare at me?”
    Alexander chuckled.  “ Ah, well, forgive me.  I was thrown off a bit by your memorable entrance.  Although it was quite entertaining, and it gave me further assurance of what I want.”
    Kat leaned forward slightly, challenging him.  “And what is it that you want?”
    “I want you to work for me.”
    That wasn’t what she was expe cting to hear.  “Work for you?  Doing what?”
    Alexander leaned back in his chair, crossing one ankle over the opposite knee and steepling his fingers in front of his chest.  “I haven’t worked out all the details quite yet, but there are certain times in my business dealings when it would be useful to have a companion with your…skills.”
    Kat narrowed her eyes suspiciously.  “And what skills are those?”
    “Your instincts.  Your ability to pick up quickly on dangerous situations.  Your quickness and strength.”
    “You don’t know me at all.  How could you possibly know anything about me?”
    “Because, Miss Rossi, I also possess that same skill set.  Albeit in a less beautiful package.”
    “That still doesn’t answer my question about what exactly I would be doing.”
    “The first thing would be to accompany me to the Mayor’s charity gala on Saturday evening.  From there, we shall see what comes up.”
    Kat stared at him, and Alexander stared right back.  “What do I get in return?  You said you can help me get what I want most.”
    Alexander merely nodded.
    Frustrated, Kat stood up and paced to the windows.  She knew enough about him to know that he was thorough.  If he knew she wanted re venge, then he would know why.
    With her back to him, Kat said, “What do